The Bride Song
THE BRIDE’S SONG
Reaching the market place
My waist-bead snaps
My wrapper unties
Take the beads to my husband’s mother
This wrapper I must tie again
For life’s jewel must be hidden
Not left to the wishful stare
Of a watchful world
Baba, thank you to day
For the kindnesses of many years
Going am I now to my husband
The son of Ajeyemi whose yams
Wrestle heaps to the ground
Owner of the powerful machete
Whose maize drills the molars
My calabash tray will give way
Coming back from his farm.
Like seasoned warriors
The son of warrior behind Amule
The son of brave one in dense of Oloogun
I go now
To the house of a man
Who has yams in his barn
And children between his grains
A solid man who pins you down
With a ***** stronger than an iron bar
Fresh from the fertile forge.
I go now
And the moon is witness to my leaving
Before this moon bears the first cock
My belly would be round
Like ground- mother’s laden bound
Tell husband’s mother
I will take full throated cock
When the first night’s sheet glows
With the virtue of many years
Children playing in the moonlight
Are the dreams of a maiden’s womb
Child is honour, child is gold
The bouncing seed of tomorrow’s harvest
May my back never know
The pain of the mat.
By
Ajeyemi Wasiu Ajewumi.
©2017
Copyright © Ajeyemi Wasiu Ajewumi | Year Posted 2017
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